Tigress Unleashed

He sears her with words
Whipping them over her delicate flesh
Teasing, Provoking
Fueling the flames which send heat
Coursing through her blood
And sets her to squirming
While moisture seeps
Coating soft creamy thighs

She growls low in her delicate throat
Mind churning as she plots
Contemplating the best way
To extract her revenge

She may be submissive in nature
But when provoked
Her fierce hungers
Strength of determination
Are such that even the strongest Master
Would be hard pressed
To subdue or satisfy her
Yet...
Here is a mere man
Toying with such a tigress

Baring gleaming white cuspids
In a wicked grin she wonders

Is he ready...
To feel her bite
Capturing his pulse
Urging it to quicken
Until it beats to fast to count

Ready...
To feel her red-tipped nails
Raking over his shoulders
Marking him with welts
From her passionate claws

Ready...
To feel her muscular legs
Wrapping around and pinning him
Until she can claim his swollen member
To quench the fires burning deep within her

Ready...
To feel her molten heat
Encasing his sword
Squeezing, pounding, working it
With the hammering hunger of her need

Thinking...
He has no idea
What he is creating
With his burning, vivid, deliberate words